Home IsA Place...

Hard things, mean words fly around,
Teardrops fall without a sound.
Shattered glass and piercing screams
Have done nothing but broken dreams.

Bang, bang, bang.
Drop, drop, drop.
Yell, yell, yell,
And cry, cry, cry.
These sounds, they ream the night.

Shiny toys, pixie dust, and angel's wings;
I've left behind all my childhood things.
War and death, it's all I know...
Like the line in the sand, and a rose in the snow.
This is the place that I call home.

Never knew love, never had hope;
All that she had hung by the rope.
Battered by day, and weeping in the night,
She cries in silence for them, for someone
In the moonlight.

Little angels go away,
Big grey storm clouds come my way;
Chase away all of my frets,
And leave no trace of my regrets.

Everything is wrong.
Nothing is right,
But something calls me here,
Keeps me here...
Here...
In this tattered place that I call home.

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Author's notes and a word on child abuse and domestic violence:

Yes, for one thing, there's a verse in there that refers to a girl in third/second person, and yes, that was intentional. The child narrarating the story supposedly found a way to pretend that it wasn't happening to them and instead to a 'counter part.' (I.E. a fictional character of their making; or an imaginary friend.)

And secondly and more importantly, this is a serious subject. There are children and other age groups out there that are helpless and cannot do anything for themselves. If you know of or even suspect someone of being either a victim or an abuser, please alert someone; you may be their only way out. Thank you for reading, and please review.

Be well.